"Well, thank you." Su Mang's eyebrows were no longer so stiff, and vaguely, she felt that Jiang Liuyun was no longer as annoying as before.
Seeing that Su Mang's expression became much gentler, Jiang Liuyun felt itchy in his heart. He put the bowl beside him, hugged Su Mang and sat her on his lap, burying his head in her neck, "Honey, promise me, don't
Let’s go back to Yang’s house again! I’ll make things right with your friend. Tell me whatever you want and I’ll give it to you!”
"What if I want your life? Will you give it to me?" Su Mang joked.
"Here, if you want it, I'll give it." Jiang Liuyun answered without hesitation.
"Tch! You knew I wouldn't ask for it, so you answered so readily!" Su Mang sneered.
"Wife..." He hugged Su Mang tightly, and his gentle breath hit Su Mang's face, "If one day... I need to sacrifice my life to protect you, I will answer the same question just now.
Without any hesitation…”
Su Mang felt as if her heart stopped beating for a few seconds. After a long time, she heard her dry voice, "Why? Why are you so nice to me?"
There was no sound in the room for a long time...
"Su Su... love is an obsession. I can't explain why love is real love. Once love has a reason, it will have utility, and if it has a purpose, it will no longer be pure." He suddenly raised his head,
The bright eyes were as clear as blue waves, as if they wanted to suck Su Mang's soul into them, "Su Su... I don't know why I love you, but I know I love you. Seeing you hurt makes me sadder than myself.
Seeing you hanging on the tree in a state of embarrassment, I stood under the tree and my heart felt like a knife..."
After a long time, he said in a low voice: "Susu... you don't understand this feeling... because... you don't love me..."
because……
you don't love me...
There was an unspeakable bitterness in his voice, and his handsome face looked indescribably lonely under the light.
Su Mang was stunned.
Jiang Liuyun...
Jiang Liuyun...
The romantic you, the dissolute you, the uninhibited you, the affectionate you, the sad you, which one... is the real you.
After a long time, Su Mang frowned and stared at him closely.
"Jiang Liuyun, how many girls have you confessed to in this way?"
"Jiang Liuyun, every time your lips are close to mine, I will imagine...how many women it has kissed, and I will feel sick!"
"Jiang Liuyun, every time you hold me, I imagine how many women have been in your arms, how many women have cried in your arms, and how many women have laughed in your arms?"
"Jiang Liuyun, you can't give me a sense of security."
"Jiang Liuyun, I want pure love, but you...can't afford it!"
"Jiang Liuyun, don't waste any more time on me."
"Jiang Liuyun...you...let go, you will not be my port of call, never will you!"
Su Mang looked at him and said one sentence after another that had been in her heart for a long time. It may be cruel, but she has always believed in a truth. If you reject someone, you must be cruel to the end. Don't stay away from others and constantly give hope to others.
Keep disappointing him, that would be even crueler!
Jiang Liuyun's face gradually turned pale, and Su Mang's words pierced his heart like sharp arrows, causing pain like thousands of arrows piercing his heart.
